"The hell was that." Diana murmured, roused from her sleep by some noise she couldn't quite identify while so groggy, mind still waking up.
She was on her stomach, sprawled face first across her bed, still clothed in her outfit from last night. She'd been so sore when she'd gotten home she hadn't bothered to change and had flopped onto her bed.
A groan rolled up her throat as she rolled onto her back, eventually making it into a sitting position on her bed, her legs slung over the side so her still booted feet could rest on the floor. She rubbed at her head a moment, freeing her hair from the bun she'd pinned it into the day before and relieving her skull from the headache that coursed through it. A quick glance down at herself revealed a rather battered looking left leg.
She pursed her lips, trying to recollect what had happened. The race, the red Aston Martin, sliding into the post, the robot, wait, the robot. Her eyes widened at the memory. A sharp sound from outside, a car horn, made her jump, apparently the sound that had roused her from her sleep.
The horn sounded again, followed by the deep voice of the Decepticon. "Are you going to make me wait out here all day squishy? Sand is fragging everywhere."
Diana rose slowly, hesitating a moment before bolting down the staircase and across the garage floor, much to her aching body's protest. She reached the wall that three large garage doors were set in, flicking a switch to open the nearest door.
Without hesitation Knock Out rolled in, zipping to the middle of the concrete floor and burning a semi circle until he faced her.
She only stared at him, still half surprised he wasn't a halucination from her head hitting the ground last night.
With a light chuckle the bot transformed. "Miss me squishy?"
"In your dreams tin face." she reached for the button again, shutting the door as she headed back to the staircase that led to what she'd fashioned into living quarters.
The garage had once been a thriving business, owned by her mother and father, it was through them that she'd learned how to take apart and fix anything mechanical or electronic. It had two basic areas, the larger being the bays that had composed the machine floor. There were three bays, side by side, nothing dividing them. Work benches lined the wall opposite the doors, tools scattered about them.
The right side of the building had two higher levels to it, the first Diana had converted into a storage area slash office space. A second flight of stairs led to the upper loft, which she had turned into an apartment of sorts. The place had no walls to seperate her bedroom; which sat in the far left corner, her living room; which took up the center of the space, her kitchen; located in the near right corner, and her bathroom; which was in the far right corner. She had strung up curtains about the bathroom, providing the space with privacy.
Knock Out glanced about the shop, humming to himself. "Pretty messy in here, must be a human thing."
"Cleaning isn't really on the top of my to do list." she shrugged, reaching her loft and leaning on the railing that overlooked the shop below, watching him.
"Lazy fleshling."
"Offensive garbage can."
Knock Out snorted, his attention drawn to the various vehicles scattered about the large space. Most seemed to be in a paused state of repair, the hoods popped and parts scattered about. A grin crossed the red bots face. "I see we share an interest." he knelt over a car, an older muscle car.
"What, fixing things?" she frowned a little.
"Taking things apart." he said with a confident smirk, rising and walking over to her. He halted at the loft, it was just the right height that she was about level with his chest, able to poke his chin if she desired.
"I have a feeling you and I take things apart for very different reasons." she said, her head tipped to the side and a look of amusement on her face.
"Don't lie, there's only one reason to tear something apart, to see what makes it... tick."
Diana rolled her eyes.
"Question." he raised one hand, a finger pointed towards the roof.
"Answer." she quipped, pushing back from the railing to fold her arms over her stomach.
"Are all skinbags as filthy as you, or are you unique in that regard."
She scowled at him, about to snap back when he continued on.
"I only ask because you look rather, dirty, still in your garments from yesterday. It was my understanding that humans changed often." he smirked. "And bathed, you look greasy."
Diana frowned, looking down at herself. True, her clothing was torn up on the left side, half dried blood oozing from the road rash on her leg. "I was tired." she mumbled, turning to head for her bedroom, specifically her dresser.
Knock Out didn't miss the limp to her walk. "You humans are so frail, you know that?"
"Probably because we're not giant ass robots." she muttered, pulling a clean pair of pants and a fresh tee shirt from her drawers. "Now are you actually going to keep your promise or did you come here to just harass me?" she turned to face him.
"Meh, I'll fix it, but frankly, I'm curious, why do you regard me with such a calm demeanor." he tilted his head to the side, a grin on his lips and a deviousness to his voice. "I mean, you have no idea what I'm all about, what I'm capable of."
She quirked her lips to the side, eventually shrugging and turning for her bathroom. "You're nothing special."
The bot frowned, glaring after her as she disappeared behind the curtains to her bath.
"Funny." He pushed off the wall, turning back towards the shop.
Diana groaned, setting her fresh clothes onto the closed toilet lid and wobbling to the shower, a slight smile on her face.
She rather loved her shower, it had no enclosure to it, as the whole bathroom was tiled. Only a slight ledge encircled the shower, about five inches high, to funnel the water into the drain. She loved the open space.
With a soft sigh she pulled her clothing off, tossing it in a heap in the corner. She turned the shower on, giving it a moment to warm up while she inspected her shredded leg, dotted with road rash but overall nothing serious.
Without warning the curtain encasing her bathroom was drawn back, a bored looking Knock Out the culprit.
Diana shrieked, using her hands to cover herself. "What the hell! Don't you have any manners?"
"No, why would I?" the bot replied casually.
"Well, trying to shower, a little privacy please!" she hissed.
Knock Out shook his head. "Relax fleshy, you're nothing special."
She scowled at his use of her quip.
"I was only going to say, are all your tools so fraggin' tiny?" he lifted his hand that wasn't holding her curtains back, a small tool pinched in his fingers.
"What do you think." she grumbled, still holding her hands and arms over herself.
Knock Out sighed, dropping the curtain and turning away. "This is going to be a pain."
"You started it!" she shouted, stepping into the water to clean herself.
Sorry for short posts, time allows me to only write snippets. ^_^'